24th go-round. Gallifreyan Time Lord (or Lady, if you like). 6,100 years old, unless I’m lying.
Traveling time and space in my Sexy TARDIS. I’m not Irish, I just sound it.
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Sexy’s engines shudder and the cloister bell tolls as the Doctor ballets around the console barefooted in a classy LBD. Tapping buttons and flipping levers, the Time Lady rolls her green eyes at her TARDIS’s protests. The console sparks and smokes before the wayward Gallifreyan manages to land Sexy on Mount Olympus.
The Doctor sticks her head out of the doorway of her blue police box and grins at seeing @Hermes and @JessicaLaren.
“Oi, you two! It’s my birthday and you’re invited to my party.”>
@CsaelOuriae @DarthGodCat “Oh...” The Doctor goes still as a frightened rabbit as it hits her. “No... No no no no no— Csael,” she gestures to the two Aierlouin, “Both Csaels... I can’t say much—fixed points and all—but this moment, right here, is not going to end well for you three.
There’s a... knot in causality that can only be untangled by a death—a voluntary death.” [x]
@DarthGodCat @CsaelOuriae What the Doctor is actually feeling is the tangle of her Time Lord mind with those of two of the same Aierlouin.
The closer to this epicenter of temporal discord she gets, the more disoriented the Doctor gets. By the time she arrives at the arrival site of the other Csael, the redhead is practically staggering.
“Ooof. Right...” She points to each woman in turn. “Cat goddess of destruction; Csael of this reality, bound to GodCat; Csael who doesn’t belong here. Did I >
@CsaelOuriae @DarthGodCat > Doctor feels that cold loneliness that precedes yet another change of face.
Out there, across the barren, war-scarred plains of the Aierlouin home world, she feels her temporal awareness entangle with an Aierlouin consciousness. But this one is connected to the soul of another, unfathomably powerful being.
“What are you...? You aren’t supposed to be here. No, wait—/you/ are. /She/ isn’t.” [x]